Winds of Plague - The Great Stone War lyrics

It's all boiled down to this: A futile attempt to sway the struggle We're all destined to perish Put down by your self-seeking greed With the great clashing of titans, Unveil the power of contrasts Crush them like a stampede of mammoths Wipe them from the face of the Earth Hold.... With our shield or on it, Fight with the strength of 100 men Forcing out a battle cry Straight through the opposition Angels, warlocks, arise Now the world, Half-drenched in blood, Shall die